Two people, one drinking alcohol, the other drinking juice, talking about childhood memories. Nathan Leafcastle occasionally smiled, but Vera Wave seldom did. Even when she smiled, it carried a hint of bitterness.
At first, he spoke, and she responded.
Later on, she gradually became sleepy, leaning against the windowsill as she listened to his voice and fell asleep.
Putting down the empty wine glass, he turned to look at her. Nathan Leafcastle leaned forward, moving closer to her face.
By the moonlight, he gazed at her delicate face, raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek, his eyes lingering on her slightly parted lips. He pursed his lips, moving closer to her little by little.
In all these years, he had never been this close to her, and just as he was about to kiss her.
His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
Startled, Nathan quickly pulled back, took out his phone.
On the screen, Sally Dalton's call was displayed.
